There is no rush to learn an instrument, the main thing is that the place of conversation is not suitable for a long stay.

After Li Shengnan received his daughter's affirmative reply, he hurriedly left with his daughter.

Jiang Xiaoyue finished checking her daughter's homework, looked at the red fork on the top, and her heart was angry, and she was holding back her thoughts to find a "whip", when she accidentally saw a familiar figure passing by outside the window.

She hurriedly got up and leaned into the window, squinted her eyes to look at the figure who had fled into the darkness, and the corners of her mouth curled up proudly:

Inferiority, right? Even if you are a city baby, what if you give birth to a girl is not inferior to her?

Jiang Xiaoyue's anger in her chest dropped by half, she looked back at her girl who was clumsily fiddling with the erhu, and rarely patiently went over to help her pull away the fingers of her left hand that were too short to reach the exact position, and corrected the posture of holding the bow in her right hand, and pulled it confidently with her.

Ga –

The harsh music started again, startling Li Shengnan to speed up his pace again, wishing that he could walk eight hundred at night, and escape from the poisonous range of this terrible sound in the blink of an eye.

"Girl, let's not learn erhu. ”

Li Shengnan had palpitations and said with a white face.

Song Ci nodded indifferently.

What kind of sound can be made depends on the level of the player!

As long as the level is reached, flying flowers and picking leaves are all hidden weapons, so you don't have to be too stubborn.

After a little episode, the two of them smoothly became the crew.

The crew pulled the wires, and then several large 100-watt light bulbs illuminated even the stars in the sky.

The last night scene was filmed as a scene in which the young master Xiangyang suddenly encountered a great change, all his relatives in the family were brutally killed by the Japanese invaders, and he was rescued by his cousin who secretly joined the Workers' and Peasants' Party, and was transferred to the countryside overnight to avoid the limelight.

This scene has high requirements for Xiao Xiangyang, to express all kinds of complex emotions after the death of his family, and the expression of emotions must be strong and restrained.

Not only does it have to mourn more than the death of the heart, but it also has to kill the father's hatred, but also has the forbearance of a gentleman who is not too late to take revenge for ten years, and has to have the helplessness and panic of a child who suddenly encounters a great change and collapses out of control.

In short, it's hard.

The director was right to put the most difficult scene at the end.

Gu Mingjing has a good talent, there is a kind of calmness and depression beyond his age, and he is alive and well like a melancholy noble son, and he fell in love with him at a glance.

But that's also the problem. 17

Gu Mingjing suppressed himself too much, and he couldn't learn to release his emotions.

Song Ci was brought into the play before, and the performance was not bad, which was gradually getting better, but in the last and most difficult scene, it was still stuck.

Repeatedly called the stop, everyone got tired.

Gu Mingjing's performance became more and more tense, and the director had to stop temporarily, called Gu Mingjing over and broke it up, and even went up to demonstrate the feeling he wanted in person, and asked Gu Mingjing to imitate it.

When Song Ci arrived, he encountered such a situation.

She was first amused by the director with a distorted and eccentric expression, and hurriedly covered her mouth and waved her hand to apologize, only then did she see Gu Mingjing who was almost crying next to her.

"Song Ci is here? just right, you come, give him this scene, I don't understand him. ”

The director spoke dryly, and when he saw Song Ci as if he was seeing a rescuer, he shoved people in front of her, and ran to hold the tea jar and pour tea to extinguish the fire.

Song Ci looked at Gu Mingjing, who was standing alone in place, his heart softened, and he ran over and took his cold hand to the side.

Gu Mingjing's whole body was stiff, and his palms were full of sweat.

Song Ci directly pulled him to the back where the light couldn't be found, pressed him to the ground, and whispered:

"Senior brother, there's no one here, you can cry. ”

Gu Mingjing's stiff back trembled, and he was still tense.

Song Ci pressed his head to his knees, and then whispered:

"It's okay, cry. Filming is so hard, crying is deserved, we children have the right to cry. ”

Gu Mingjing lay on his lap, didn't raise his head for a long time, restrained himself from making a sound, and the occasional choked sobs mixed with his panting sound were all cautious.

Song Jachong waved his hand at ease with Li Shengnan, who came over, signaling that it was okay here, and told her to rest assured.

Song Ci looked at the snow-white little skirt on his body, as well as the brand-new little leather shoes, hesitated, and did not come to the little brother who was sad or had self-doubt or even self-denial.

She didn't even have a place to put a handkerchief, so she couldn't hand it to her brother to wipe her tears.

I had no choice but to touch my brother's waxed head, and casually hummed a minor tune that I couldn't remember:

"The wind is light, the moon is bright, and the leaves are shading the windows. The crickets screamed, like the sound of the strings—"